My experience with the former designer was so bad, that I couldn’t properly concentrate on my posts. Several years ago I decided that being obsessive was a lot better than being fat, lethargic and severely depressed, as I had been on Zoloft, the only medication that had worked for me.
No brainer. I would rather be thinner, energetic and happy any day. My obsessiveness helped when I was given a great opportunity to work for a new paper. I found a great story and ran with it.
But blogging, since I have been on BE, has been the most personally satisfying (work or hobby type) venture I have ever undertaken. There’s immediate feedback at times, and I starved for that when I was writing for the paper. Actually I made my editor grade me. He was good about it. I did get some letters, and I would occasionally meet somebody who knew of me through my writing.
Blogging is writing about what I want to write about when I want to write. There is no word count in a blog. Blogging is absolute freedom.
Being on BE has changed me. My America consisted of New York (as the city is called), Long Island, the Mid Atlantic Sea Board, California, and Southern Florida. It’s as easy to fly to Europe as it is to California, so I have spent much time there.
I bought into the whole Blue/Red state thing. It did cross my mind that, in the most heavily attended election in our nations history, many people in Red states voted for Kerry.
Now I’ve met many through blogging. I’ve also met moderate Republicans. I admit I might have been the provincial one.
I’m self-absorbed; and really want to write about anecdotes from my own life. Blogging has somehow freed me to understand how to write fiction; and I love it. The memoir that I never really wanted to write has turned into a much more interesting novel.
But The First Amendment is under attack, and so I feel compelled to write about issues at least once or twice a week. I was ready Lieber Paul in the Cranky
Pages, and he happened to mention Will & Grace, a program I’ve been DVR’ing sine December. There’s an hour of repeats a night; I DVR five half hours a week. They seem to be missing many episodes and I admit to lacking an intimate knowledge of the show. I only remembered to DVR the current episodes several weeks ago.
I like the characters. I like Will being a lawyer; Grace and I share ditzyiness, too many hours spent in gay bars–why do so many Gay males assume that women want to go to them? Or to their mother’s house? I’ve never understood that. Grace and I also share that gay best friend/protector who would fight our men for that role. It’s not pleasant; trust me on that one. We’re also Jewish, and New Yorkers.
It felt as if everything on the show was turned into a Gay and/or Jewish joke. The whole gay language thing; it’s overkill. But whoever plays Jack is brilliant and the spelling bee was truly funny. I probably laugh longer and harder than most people, at Will & Grace because it’s so familiar. I can relate to Karen though I’m not rich, make a habit of marrying rich men, live on a liquid diet, or flash my breasts–in public.
I couldn’t put my finger on what bothered me about Will & Grace so much considering that I liked it. Last night I watching a fresh episode, and realized that they were finally talking about a Gay issue. True two people of the same sex dancing together, in a country club, for the first time in the club’s history, while the members unexpectedly applauded, isn’t the biggest issue in the world, but it’s better than a collection of Gay and Jewish jokes half of which I found tired.
At this time in our country’s history we desperately need to laugh; but every person who considers herself an artist of any kind has a responsibility to stand up for the freedoms we so readily take for granted.
When I began blogging on Blog Explosion I realized that my voice does make a difference. It’s amazing to live in a world where communication can be exchanged in seconds across the world. I’m obsessed with writing and wouldn’t have it any other way.
This weekend I’m going to put my posts in their proper categories so that I can feel organized, will do my blogroll, and write about 30 words for “About Me.” Since much of the blog is about me, I feel it’s redundant to say much more.
When my blog was on Blogger and good; I felt good; when it was a mess; I felt like a mess; now that’s it’s so me; I feel totally happy. I don’t have to spend my time thinking about stupid details.
Yes I will volunteer for any research studies on blogging, and happiness.